Wendy Naisa script #1

“Where are you, where are you hiding?” She screams into the
empty, rapidly becoming cavernous room.

She pulls a woolly jumper off the back of a reclining chair and
wraps it around her shoulders, pulling it tight like a blanket. ‘Bloody English
summers,’ she mutters audibly.

She turns around and faces the window, just as the glass
shatters. She ducks then falls to the floor, “bleeding ‘ell!” She shouts.

The room is getting bigger! It’s disintegrating!

“Where have you gone, Jon!” She bellows in a slow, precise,
pleading, sort of way.

An electric light bulb shatters and more glass hits the
floor.

“Nobody’s invisible, nobody’s invisible, nobody’s
invisible.” She rants, over and over again.

Her voice becomes hoarse with chanting. Crouching on the
floor she hears a peal of thunder, the ceiling plaster starts to crack. Natasha
can’t see it, it’s much too dark in her elongated room.

For a split second the whole space is illuminated by a flash
of lightening, a strange and eerie silence is followed by a clock ticking
somewhere in the room, tick tock, tick tock.

‘Five, six, seven, eight’ she counts in an animated hoarse
whisper.

Her numeration cut short by a thunderous crash. The whole
house, the timber frame, the exterior cement, the internal plaster, the bricks
and mortar, the breaking of glass, the tangle of electric cables, the twisted
water pipes, and then finally the leaking gas pipe ignites!